My planned vacation was abbreviated by two days for a business trip. Landed in Houston as planned; my traveling companion walked to the baggage carousel and I walked to another concourse to board a plane to the East Coast.
That morning I saw the sun rise over the California Sierra mountains; just a handful of hour later I saw a large yellow moon rise over New York City. The lights glittering from lower Manhattan looked like jewels, allowing me to momentarily forget what was missing from the horizon.
Across the dark water, above the Statue of Liberty, a glimpse of central Manhattan and then the runway. Cold air and salty sidewalks as I waited for the rental car shuttle. The first sub 30F temperatures on skin since Newfoundland 2008.
From the morning star to the rising moon, a lovely day.